Almost like urban anonymousexcept all the birds see that it's mecrying dewdropsspilling snowdrops on the soggy grassstill thawing from chills

But without these wordsand letters, phrasesand ideasI would be withered and dry,a dead garden forgotten,but the flowers from greener pasturescan rise higher to Taurus thanI ever could

So when I sit outside at nightI ask Orion for his beltto give to a schoolgirlto make it easier for her to keepher flowery skirt upwhen the wind blows boysand rain in her direction

But the stars don't twinkle twice,scoffing from mid-zenith at me,a weed in the forbidden foreststarting to fill to the brim with waterfallsand downfalls,and I ask myself and that girlwhere life will come fromwhen all we can do is waitfor the numbness of winterto fade away

In the end,we're all made of stardust and spring -born from death

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A/N: This is one of my poems from Allpoetry, where I write as Viking.

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